Mull Poems - Poems about Mull

... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......Read the rest...

...THE MICE ARE OUT TONIGHT The mice are out, it is a wonderful night The waxing moon is in a laid back mood Mice pass through the grass out of sight About “em, there's a mysterious attitude Th......Read the rest...

...darkness, like Jonah held in the belly of the whale, the end of a world; closed-in time in dark spaces - gives one, a hell of a time to think in the belly of the whale grew a whole world, ......Read the rest...

... "discarding narrow thought flow crutch we learn directly by soft touch and what we garner we relay to the vast void in childlike play entwined thus with the universe we dance withou......Read the rest...

...Wishes Of A Cold Ghost I emerged! fragmented from a hanging red lamp, dripped in chemicals, washed clean, previously unseen, wished for my place, lost in times longest tombs unclothed now, and ......Read the rest...

...Our differences Are like the pieces of a puzzle called life Where the picture on the box Shows all joys and all strife Shapes fit just the same The bright and the dull Mis-shapes take s......Read the rest...

...If only I could write you a sonnet, Iambic pentameter and what not, Let my muse mull profoundly upon it. I must write it quickly lest I forgot. It will have to stress real passion, love, Menti......Read the rest...

...Lisa and I had a party to hit-up. I can’t stay inside all the time, not on a Friday night anyway and a rooftop is the perfect place to mull over big questions and get the freshest commentary about cu......Read the rest...

...If you are hungry for words then why not eat mine? They are both sweet and sour, desperate yet full of hope. A raw wine is in them, and the unripe fruit of my soul. Bitter are they, yet ......Read the rest...

...Sitting, Alone and uninspired Ruminating on my throne Of the tired Freezing, My heater, broken and retired In a building whose condemnation Remains desired Searching, For some deeper, e......Read the rest...

...They stripped away my former self, Reduced me to a mere shadow, for "maturity." Before and after, I remained the same, But different personas emerged, all in the name of "maturity." No more col......Read the rest...

...Tell me something more – Something about yourself I’ve never heard before Lazily. It’ll help Pass an afternoon As hot as this For August is afoot And I get restless. If whatever I learn ......Read the rest...

...Misty muted days in Scotland part before you making room for your own silence. Now Beinn Mhòr's summit is under my feet There was no spectacle, no one to shake hands with. Yet as I stood, s......Read the rest...

...Do days become shorter? The older we get The hours fly by Like a high-flying jet we move slower As slow as a snail Our energy's lower so why is it how The days go past So fast Perhaps......Read the rest...

... dawn dual duel two poets a face-off duel joust free verse rhyme verse a modernist traditionalist mull and muse tell it true prompt a reaction lay it out the......Read the rest...